A Woman Is Only Half Of Something

In The Eighteenth Century It Was Often Convenient To Regard Man As A Clockwork Automaton. In The Nineteenth Century, With Newtonian Physics Pretty Well Assimilated And A Lot Of Work In Thermodynamics Going On, Man Was Looked On As A Heat Engine, About 40 Per Cent Efficient. Now In The Twentieth Century, With Nuclear And Subatomic Physics A Going Thing, Man Had Become Something Which Absorbs X-rays, Gamma Rays And Neutrons.

It Takes, Unhappily, No More Than A Desk And Writing Supplies To Turn Any Room Into A Confessional.

Length Is Usually Intensity. Not Time.

Behind The Hieroglyphic Streets There Would Either Be A Transcendent Meaning, Or Only The Earth.

For Every Kind Of Vampire, There Is A Kind Of Cross